Dead?
"You're
saying she's dead?" Holmes gawped at me from across the room.
"I
believe those were my words yes."
"Dead?"
"Holmes
what on earth is the matter with you? Dead, yes I am afraid I
said dead."
"And
you're sure?" He crept forward in his chair, his knees tucked
underneath him.
"Yes,
I have been a doctor for a number of years now and I would like to
think I know when a person has died."
"I
have no doubt that you do Watson but I think on this occasion you are
mistaken."
"And
how might that be?" I asked incredulously.
"Because
my dear fellow, she is in the next room."
I
fear I must have sworn at Holmes then for a high-pitched and
musical laugh was heard trickling from the next room, which was soon
followed by the owner.
"Irene
Adler." I whispered through clenched teeth. Damn the woman, she
was the only one next to Holmes that could possibly escape death and
now I felt thoroughly foolish for believing rotten tabloid gossip...
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Just a little drabble series because I've never done one and I think I need the practice! Please review and let me know what you think. EA